Domingo - Ridiculous lyrics

Verse 1: It is un-f**ing-believable, whenever I proceed to besiege beats With a mean streak, lacing tracks fatter than sneakers in Beat Street Seeing to it that each week I've agreed to defeat the weakest of emcees Including G's with Keys, Cheese & Bentleys Guaranteed to receive a high degree of status Due to my steez using this apparatus Toss rappers like f*ggots do salads Staggered by the amount of malice that I managed to average Any MC grabbing this mic after me is needing their hands bandaged Master mechanic, a**embling verses I'll be jerking your purse, return with a smirk and a proof of purchase I'm verbally perfect, and I'm a**ertive when I serve who deserves it Y'all coming up short, you've got smurfs in the circus nervous I've been alerted you've heard this, pounding with crazy sh** With a tendency to hurt kids, don't allow me to babysit The compound is amazing it's slated to change the face of this Restoring the fear of sk**s in you lyrical atheists Hook: When I rhyme just a little bit, Everybody's feeling it Making sure the rhythm is hitting when I be k**ing it Really, I make a chicken wanna get with this Baby, say my name, “TONEDEFF”, that kid is ridiculous (x2) Verse 2: I'm rearranging the game we play with a blazing array of ways To display dismay and decay on the faces of fakes that say They be claiming to turn the page, when they're plainly afraid of change So, like God with a laptop… I'll be saving the day Never the one to disgrace a blank stage or stay in the same place Aiming to lay waste to these snakes that ain't vacating the 48 states And Locating them in the other 2 Making em pay, blatantly taking away their weight and then gaining a W And then I be coming through with a nastiness That ain't been seen since your girl came clean, and really revealed just who the daddy is Happiness is rapping and smacking chicks I dominate tricks, and turn pimps into pacifist masochists The most tactical activist and I'm letting the world know These cats is more half-a** than the award show that the source throw Feats are Herculean like Kevin Sorbo The lyrical Zorro, carving initials into your torso Hook (x2) Verse 3: Im a man on a mission Sk**s on the mic don't equate to your paper chase or the hate you place in your ammunition It's fact or fiction, I'm acting towards your abolition I'm cracking you ghost just to battle you're fractured apparition Rhythms I map with hand crafted precision No longer will I tolerate these cats that's fraudulent like Darva Conger To be famous for 2 minutes When their whole delivery comes off flatter that a 12-year-old female gymnast They have neither the capacity or the fitness… for instance These cats be thinking they're ill just cause they've got syphilis I come prepared with a quickness Their boys could testify nude for them in a court case and wouldn't bare witness Competition best to be scared sh**-less I'll sever their legs and toss a ruler in front of em… see if they go the distance This is readily on my wishlist Like, sticking a chick that be sipping the tip of my dick until she's lip-less The gist is it only takes a second to diss ya b**h, you couldn't match wits if you cloned a twin of Alicia With lesser odds of winning with a militia Blackmailing your b**h, telling her that I'm gonna send you the picture Of me and her playing strip-twister These are the consequences you face when your only aim in the game is to get richer Making intelligence legitimate when I be spitting it You may be hard but you're lyrically impotent And I've been ripping sh** since square one Persistence in k**ing insolence like when women insist to get their hair done I tear the sun out the sky if it's hogging my shine If a track is ill, then it's probably mine Hook (x2)